Freebsd Fortunes 6

The story of the butterfly:
        "I was in Bogota and waiting for a lady friend.  I was in love,
a long time ago.  I waited three days.  I was hungry but could not go
out for food, lest she come and I not be there to greet her.  Then, on
the third day, I heard a knock."
        "I hurried along the old passage and there, in the sunlight,
there was nothing."
        "Just," Vance Joy said, "a butterfly, flying away."
                -- Peter Carey, BLISS

The story you are about to hear is true.
Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.

The street preacher looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With forty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest.
But he cursed me when I proved to him
I said, "Not even you can hide.
You see, you're just like me.
I hope you're satisfied."
                -- Bob Dylan

The streets were dark with something more than night.
                -- Raymond Chandler

The strong give up and move away, while the weak give up and stay.

The strong give up and move on, while the weak give up and stay.

The strong individual loves the earth so much he lusts for recurrence.  He
can smile in the face of the most terrible thought: meaningless, aimless
existance recurring eternally.  The second characteristic of such a man is
that he has the strength to recognise -- and to live with the recognition --
that the world is valueless in itself and that all values are human ones.
He creates himself by fashoning his own values; he has the pride to live
by the values he wills.
                -- Nietzsche

The sudden sight of me causes panic in the streets. They have
yet to learn - only the savage fears what he does not understand.
                -- The Silver Surfer

The sum of the intelligence of the world is constant.
The population is, of course, growing.

The sun never sets on those who ride into it.
                -- RKO